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It’s 2:30 am in Iowa, I’ve got a glass of chocolate milk, and I’m several days behind on my Google Reader. Let’s let ‘er rip.

1) For those of you who follow Koanic and/or Texas Arcane, I have a new blog called Excavating Eden dedicated to my thoughts on the ideas they present about archeology, anthropology and human evolution. I announced it via Twitter last week, but it’s unlikely that the blog will be of any big interest to any of my readers here, and I don’t plan on updating it too often. Plus there’s the fact that while the science backs up a lot of what we’re talking about, a lot more is completely batshit crazy. Edenism (my term for Texas Arcane’s theories) is so advanced, it makes the HBDers look like flat Earthers. This is the next level of the rabbit hole.

2) Speaking of Tex, while he may be nuttier than a squirrel orgy on most days, he comes up with some great lines, like this from his recent post on a weepy, annoying gay marriage appeal:

Of course, their suicide rate and life expectancy is only a fraction of that of normal people even before AIDs struck. But if they did die, it’s all your fault! You made his loafers so light they floated right off the rooftop!

3) Bill Powell has said “Fuck you!” to the 9-to-5 grind. More and more men are waking up.

4) Over the weekend, FFY introduced Bronan and me to the joys of juicing. Now the guy behind Danger & Play has a new blog 100% dedicated to the subject. Bookmark that shit ASAP.

5) Frost has re-branded himself yet again, renaming himself “Elihu” and his blog to Sex and Cash. Unlike before though, he’s sticking with his old URL.

6) Chuck Ross smacks down a whiny liberal trying to justify why she won’t move to an “uncool” state like North Dakota no matter how good the economy is doing there. He’s covered the bases pretty well, so I just want to focus on this one bit:

The social scene. Though the state has one of the highest ratios of 20-24 year olds to the rest of the population, its largest city, Fargo, has fewer than 200,000 residents. Although I do have a couple of friends there who claim they love it, let’s just say they visit me more than I visit them.

What’s stopping Mandi Woodruff and her friends from creating a new scene in the Midwest? People forget that the reason New York is so hip and happening is because the one-two punch of gentrification and fascistic police crackdowns cleaned out the undesirables. Hipsters and other urban pioneers moved into crummy neighborhoods like Williamsburg and used their economic clout to make them fit for human habitation. Mandi would run screaming from the New York of the 70’s, when crime was astronomical and the middle classes were stampeding to get the hell out. The same thing’s happening in other cities across America: when I was in Chicago, I noted that the working-class Puerto Ricans of Logan Square were being chased out to make way for chic coffeeshops and midnight outdoor screenings of The Big Lebowski.

Logic would dictate that it’d be a lot easier to make a place like Fargo or Bismarck cool since the cost of living is so much lower.

I also love how Mandy talks about how she’s “attracted to a multi-cultural environment.” Who wants to bet her zip code is 99% white?

7) Nigel gets some hilarious fat girl haters. The phrase “looking a gift horse in the mouth” comes to mind.

8) Roosh talks about Americans’ fear of death.

9) NPR is streaming the St. Vincent/David Byrne collaborative album Love This Giant ahead of its release next week. I’ve listened to it halfway and me likey so far, though I could live without the blatant drum machines. I’m going to be seeing the two performing in Minneapolis next Saturday, where they’re kicking off their tour; I’m hoping to nail down Annie Clark for an autograph and to ask her what she really thinks of her beta chump fans.

10) And while we’re at it, NPR has an article speculating why Gotye’s “Somebody That I Used to Know” dominated the American charts for so long. I’m not exaggerating when I say that when I was in Chicago, I heard that song blaring out of someone’s car at least three times a day.

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